We lose our capacity
to remember the first time
when as a toddler, the groovy
cherub child with sparkling eyes
and father’s nose, when we became
the pain in the arse,
the ache in the side of our parents head
and the cause of arguments,
we forget the joy
of the first time we asked why?
We rebel, we glory in poking
a hole in the absolute,
we saturate our speech with this new found word
and not realising the implication
it will have on our lives,
You lay down and breathed,
you, a man caught up in a dream of elegance
and who visualised touching
eternity, who traced a line on which forever
was braced,
you breathed
and the world below
breathed with you.
As you looked towards the heavens,
the sky beneath your feet,
did you look for divinity in humanity?
Did you surrender the soul as you saluted the sky
and in a moments bliss know that nothing,
nothing,
nothing could take this feeling of accomplishment away